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Vanessa loves dates where she can spend time and talk to her date. Movies are great in theory but mainly in private otherwise her talking and reactions might get her and her date out of the theater. She also likes dates where she can casually touch her partner. She likes holding hands brushing fingers and alike.

@dpds-finest​ ‘s call was answered by: RK800-51 Connor

|| ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them -From Gavin to Connor [prompt]

The last thing Connor had expected today was to lose a limb. He’d taken harder hits from thugs in back alleys, and worse damage from stray bullets in stopping gang riots, but this? This was taking the cake. The android grumbled as he was lifted off the ground, protesting that he was fine, though his diagnostics and appearance in general said otherwise. One good blow to leg and he was down for the count, so to speak, a stray bullet severing a thirium line.

There was no way he was going to be able to put pressure onto the affected leg, and he very nearly considered trying to remove it entirely, though he was unsure how well that would go over with the detective either.

@dpds-finest​‘s call was answered by: Detective Gavin A. Reed

|| 🤕 let you tend to their wounds -From Nines to Gavin [prompt]

The hiss of pain was involuntary, slipping past gritted teeth without a second thought. Gavin cursed himself, mentally, for showing any sort of weakness in the slightest as the android’s hands worked.

“Fuck- Nines, geez, it’s fine-” It wasn’t that the pain of disinfectant was unbearable, it was the nagging, digging pain left behind from the graze that made his head spin. Their target had nearly stabbed him before being apprehended, and, honestly, Gavin was a little more than thankful it’d only been a graze. Nothing too deep, at most it’d need stitches.